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Last Year – When I was here at the beautiful Adriatic Sea last year, the Holy Spirit told me to go for a swim. I loved the beach when I was a kid—what kid doesn’t? But as an adult, I had come to associate the sea with many discomforts: the itchy feeling of salt water dried on the skin, oily sunscreen crusted with sand, fair skin that burns despite the use of sunscreen SPF 45, the sand that gets into places it shouldn’t, and a body that’s white and lumpy and looks better clothed than in a swimsuit—intense body shame. So it was with all that beach-hating baggage that the Holy Spirit told me to take a swim.

Despite my bags and baggage, I did take a swim. Leaving my glasses on top of my towel, I walked toward the water. I saw something washed up on the beach that looked like a dead jellyfish. I’ve been stung by jellyfish. It’s like being stung by an electric wasp—definitely an experience I don’t want to ever have again. But instead of turning back, I just laughed. If God wants me to swim, then He has a purpose. “Besides,” I told myself, “it was probably just a plastic bag from somebody’s beach lunch.”

I had decided that my act of obedience meant that I should get completely wet. So I got about waist-deep, then dove into the waves. After paddling around for a few minutes, I thought that I was finished. But the Holy Spirit told me: “Lay back.” I did, and discovered something wonderful: I float like a cork! I am so buoyant that I can even float with my head above the water, toes above the water, and bottom down. But laying back with my ears under the water was incredibly peaceful, and little by little I felt my limbs release their muscular tension.

I took that first swim fully clothed because I didn’t have my swimsuit with me. I understood that swimming would be something I should do every day while I was here, so I knew I needed to buy a swimsuit. The only thing I’ve hated more than the beach is buying a swimsuit. The last one I bought online, and it covered so much of me that it was almost a throwback to the old swimsuits they used in the early 1900’s. I knew that if I thought too much about it, I would talk myself out of buying one, so I just plunged into a swim shop and bought one. It’s not bad looking.

A few days after that first swim the wind kicked up, bringing bigger waves. Thanks to a breakwater, the big waves are tamed into choppy little wavelets before they reach the swimming area by the beach. During my floating session that day, God (who had never repeated Himself to me before) told me: “Relax! Relax! Relax!” And the little wavelets shook each limb with a different rhythm and out of synch with one another. It reminded me of a Lamaze exercise in which your coach takes an arm and your teacher takes the opposite leg and they shake them in differing rhythms. You are supposed to practice releasing the tension in those muscles and all the others in between. And that memory tickled me so much that I laughed out loud—and a more profound relaxation followed. God has the greatest sense of humor!

This Year – I have returned to the beach, bringing two very dear friends with me. The three of us have gone to the beach each day, floating and swimming, talking and laughing, praying and praising our Heavenly Father.

A lesson that God has been teaching me recently is to let go of the past—particularly past offenses and betrayals, but also past mistakes or bad choices that I need to forgive myself. I have been working on it, releasing those people and things to God, forgiving and letting them go. But every once in a while, the memory of these things comes to mind, robbing me of my focus and trying to rob my peace. Whenever this happens, I try to release the memory as quickly as possible.

While floating yesterday, the Holy Spirit told me that, just as I had learned to relax my worries into God’s hands, I also need to relax my memories into His hands. And lying there on the bosom of the sea, I did exactly that.

This morning during my prayer time, once again I found my attention wandering to a painful event. Immediately, I said, “Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!” and I released the memory and returned my focus to God, my Peace.

When it comes to relaxing my grip on those memories, would it be wrong to say that I’m working on it? I’m grateful that God is a patient Teacher. God is good!